[You thought the adult Barry could get dangerously red in the face? Well, rewind the tape about forty years, and you get a tubby little boy with big, bushy hair blushing so brightly it’s starting to look like a skin condition. His eyes go so wide they dwarf his glasses, and he’s almost curled up in a ball in the air, not sure what to do with all of this nervous energy.]

We’re married?

[That’s amazing!!! He gets to marry the cute elf girl he held hands with? The one he fought the Kravitz boy over? The one who kissed him? Barry’s life is great in the future, turns out.]

D-Do we still hold hands in th’future? ‘Cause, um! ‘Cause I liked holdin’ your hand! A-And-- [Is it even possible that he’s getting redder? Science has yet to tell.] And I liked it when y’kissed me. I, um! I hope I’m a-- a nice husband!